Dahlia couldn’t stop thinking about Tyler. The nerve of that man - showing up in her office like nothing had happened. She was still angry, but more than that, she was disappointed. Disappointed in herself for ever lowering her standards for someone like him. The door clicked open, and she stepped inside, greeted by dim lighting and the faint scent of something savory. It was quiet. Too quiet. “Did he go out?” she muttered, locking the door behind her. Not that she’d complain if Nate decided to take the night off. The man was charming in the most irritating way possible. She turned toward her room, and that was when she heard it - soft footsteps from the stairwell. “Well, so much for peace,” she whispered under her breath. “Hey, Nate,” she said casually, not even looking back. “Where are you going?” His voice was low, unusually deep. She blinked and turned around, one brow raised. “Uh… to my room? Where else would I be going?” He was closer than she expected - close enough
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